Ricky.
Richard Douglas Williams III
OR...as I used to call him
RICK THAH TURD.
What a kook.
We met first day of kindergarden, and as they say it takes one to know one.
Even at the tender age we were, I KNEW. He was a looney toon from the git go and he sensed that about me as well. From that moment on the world was considered unsafe for habitation BUT...no one else would have 6 billion people most of whom were at least partially unscrewed (dim bulbs) and so we remained...and Ricky and I considered the rest of the world fair game for our shenanigans which of course got us in more than our share of trouble and we rejoiced EVERY TIME we were in the school office awaiting our latest punishment. Got to be almost a ritual.
In 2nd grade, a family of unknown origins ( I think the Witless Perfection Program) moved here from the planet OMGHOWSAD, and one of their progeny immediately sensed a kinship with Ricky and me, and us with him and so Jake became part of our hapless homies ruffian brigade. Amazing that such a distant planet would bear fruit SO MUCH like our own Italians, but...hey. Just proves that earth does not have a total lock on NUTS.
We soon became and were usually the talk of the school and felt slighted when we weren't. We did every possible sin ever discovered or committed (and I am sure they wanted to)...on steroids and felt victorious every time a teacher had to go to detox or THE HOME to dry out and recover from our antics. Rite of massage or something methinks.
Needless to say our parents were given awards for courage and bravery while simutaneously shunned for birthing such obvious cretins of the deep...and to this day I have NO idea how they survived without scars or open wounds.
THUS, school was to us quite the little adventure and when it got time to graduate...the town gave a parade, and an awards ceremony for those teachers who had braved us and survived...and we resolved one day we would be back to finish the job. The NERVE them thinking WE were teachable.
LOL.
Ricky and Jake and I wound up at Harvard and I swear our parents PAID them BIG BUCKS to take us and hoped we wouldn't find our way home...EVER. BUT, we did after graduating with honors and who wudda thunk it since no one ever believed any of us actually ever studied. (Actually, we did but not seriously nor any more than was absolutely necessary.)
I went into the family business (monkey and otherwise), and Jake accepted a job with the city as a computer analyst, and Ricky after waiting awhile finally took a job at the local bank. BANK? HAHAHA. Omg. Leaving that boy with a safe full of money is like giving the cookie factory to the Cookie Monster and going home only to discover the next morning...BRAHAHAHA.
But, to everyone's surprise (including him I am sure), he seemed to not only enjoy it but excelled. Everyone loved him and why not? Ricky was almost as loveable as me.
We spent the first two years post-graduate working and playing and playing and...I think you get the idea, and it was great until my mother got sick with brain Cancer. It was a VERY rough year before she died and Ricky and Jake were right there all the way, being there for me AND her and helping with whatever needed to be done. I had to take over the company when she couldn't run it anymore, and Ricky was a Godsend with his financial acumen and he impressed the Hell out of me constantly.
I in truth never expected that lurking in that gorgeous head of his lay an actual BRAIN.
The funeral was both a relief and Godawful. I had always been close with my mother, especially after my father left...for God knows where and she settled in to being mom and breadwinner and all around pal. I was an only child so that made it ever more logical.
She said to me one time that she felt a bit guilty for taking his money all those years when she didn't really need it. (No matter what every month after he left a check arrived. Methinks guilt perhaps). I told her he had left her high and dry and HE hadn't needed to either, so they were even. She smiled and nodded and that was that.
Strangely, somehow he did find out about her death and showed up for the funeral out of the blue. Needless to say, no one paid any attention to him...and for some even more inexplicable reason he decided to try to rediscover his paternal genes or jeans or whatever. But after a few minutes the mood passed and so did he and CYA. He and I had no real history and obviously no future either. Pity. His skid marks in the driveway when he left had barely cooled when she divorced him and that was that.
Her death left a humongous hole in my life and me and one I think I will never get over.
Ricky and Jake tried their damndest to keep me sane and afloat and I appreciated both of them, but it was Ricky who would crawl in bed with me and hold me when he knew I needed hugging. Jake did too, but it was easier since Ricky was also gay and Jake wasn't. He was a pal to be sure, just not a gay one. Far as we knew. He never really had a girlfriend, but no boyfriend either, except US. LOL.
THEN, suddenly, Ricky just disappeared. Gone. Poof and I freaked out, until after several days they found him out in the woods just outside of town, hanging from a tree, an apparent suicide.
NO!
I couldn't believe it...and still don't. I knew that boy inside and out. No way he was suicidal and me unawares. Just not credible. But his father who had never really liked me (I think he thought I was a bad influence on Ricky and WHY I wonder) kinda shut me out...and there I was. Mother gone, Ricky gone, and me? Might as well be gone too. I muddled through for months, going through the motions and trying my damndest to pretend to be ok....But Ricky was my BUD, yah know? Pals...to the end which should have been YEARS from now, of natural causes, like being shot sneaking out of someone's bedroom window or something. BUT SUICIDE? NO FUCKING WAY!
Okay on the outside I was smiling cheerful, BUT...inside I was about as far from ok as you can get. It made NO sense. Period.
Jake and I pulled into the driveway at Ricky's parents house, and after parking walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
CHAPTER V: NOTHING VENTURED...
Richard Douglas Williams III
OR...as I used to call him
RICK THAH TURD.
What a kook.
We met first day of kindergarden, and as they say it takes one to know one.
Even at the tender age we were, I KNEW. He was a looney toon from the git go and he sensed that about me as well. From that moment on the world was considered unsafe for habitation BUT...no one else would have 6 billion people most of whom were at least partially unscrewed (dim bulbs) and so we remained...and Ricky and I considered the rest of the world fair game for our shenanigans which of course got us in more than our share of trouble and we rejoiced EVERY TIME we were in the school office awaiting our latest punishment. Got to be almost a ritual.
In 2nd grade, a family of unknown origins ( I think the Witless Perfection Program) moved here from the planet OMGHOWSAD, and one of their progeny immediately sensed a kinship with Ricky and me, and us with him and so Jake became part of our hapless homies ruffian brigade. Amazing that such a distant planet would bear fruit SO MUCH like our own Italians, but...hey. Just proves that earth does not have a total lock on NUTS.
We soon became and were usually the talk of the school and felt slighted when we weren't. We did every possible sin ever discovered or committed (and I am sure they wanted to)...on steroids and felt victorious every time a teacher had to go to detox or THE HOME to dry out and recover from our antics. Rite of massage or something methinks.
Needless to say our parents were given awards for courage and bravery while simutaneously shunned for birthing such obvious cretins of the deep...and to this day I have NO idea how they survived without scars or open wounds.
THUS, school was to us quite the little adventure and when it got time to graduate...the town gave a parade, and an awards ceremony for those teachers who had braved us and survived...and we resolved one day we would be back to finish the job. The NERVE them thinking WE were teachable.
LOL.
Ricky and Jake and I wound up at Harvard and I swear our parents PAID them BIG BUCKS to take us and hoped we wouldn't find our way home...EVER. BUT, we did after graduating with honors and who wudda thunk it since no one ever believed any of us actually ever studied. (Actually, we did but not seriously nor any more than was absolutely necessary.)
I went into the family business (monkey and otherwise), and Jake accepted a job with the city as a computer analyst, and Ricky after waiting awhile finally took a job at the local bank. BANK? HAHAHA. Omg. Leaving that boy with a safe full of money is like giving the cookie factory to the Cookie Monster and going home only to discover the next morning...BRAHAHAHA.
But, to everyone's surprise (including him I am sure), he seemed to not only enjoy it but excelled. Everyone loved him and why not? Ricky was almost as loveable as me.
We spent the first two years post-graduate working and playing and playing and...I think you get the idea, and it was great until my mother got sick with brain Cancer. It was a VERY rough year before she died and Ricky and Jake were right there all the way, being there for me AND her and helping with whatever needed to be done. I had to take over the company when she couldn't run it anymore, and Ricky was a Godsend with his financial acumen and he impressed the Hell out of me constantly.
I in truth never expected that lurking in that gorgeous head of his lay an actual BRAIN.
The funeral was both a relief and Godawful. I had always been close with my mother, especially after my father left...for God knows where and she settled in to being mom and breadwinner and all around pal. I was an only child so that made it ever more logical.
She said to me one time that she felt a bit guilty for taking his money all those years when she didn't really need it. (No matter what every month after he left a check arrived. Methinks guilt perhaps). I told her he had left her high and dry and HE hadn't needed to either, so they were even. She smiled and nodded and that was that.
Strangely, somehow he did find out about her death and showed up for the funeral out of the blue. Needless to say, no one paid any attention to him...and for some even more inexplicable reason he decided to try to rediscover his paternal genes or jeans or whatever. But after a few minutes the mood passed and so did he and CYA. He and I had no real history and obviously no future either. Pity. His skid marks in the driveway when he left had barely cooled when she divorced him and that was that.
Her death left a humongous hole in my life and me and one I think I will never get over.
Ricky and Jake tried their damndest to keep me sane and afloat and I appreciated both of them, but it was Ricky who would crawl in bed with me and hold me when he knew I needed hugging. Jake did too, but it was easier since Ricky was also gay and Jake wasn't. He was a pal to be sure, just not a gay one. Far as we knew. He never really had a girlfriend, but no boyfriend either, except US. LOL.
THEN, suddenly, Ricky just disappeared. Gone. Poof and I freaked out, until after several days they found him out in the woods just outside of town, hanging from a tree, an apparent suicide.
NO!
I couldn't believe it...and still don't. I knew that boy inside and out. No way he was suicidal and me unawares. Just not credible. But his father who had never really liked me (I think he thought I was a bad influence on Ricky and WHY I wonder) kinda shut me out...and there I was. Mother gone, Ricky gone, and me? Might as well be gone too. I muddled through for months, going through the motions and trying my damndest to pretend to be ok....But Ricky was my BUD, yah know? Pals...to the end which should have been YEARS from now, of natural causes, like being shot sneaking out of someone's bedroom window or something. BUT SUICIDE? NO FUCKING WAY!
Okay on the outside I was smiling cheerful, BUT...inside I was about as far from ok as you can get. It made NO sense. Period.
Jake and I pulled into the driveway at Ricky's parents house, and after parking walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
CHAPTER V: NOTHING VENTURED...
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